This plague thief is in heaven, the summer is too early and the white dew is coming, and the sun is still vicious. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dawn of the early morning dawn dawned, there was not a trace of clouds in the sky, there was not a trace of wind on the ground, there was no trace of water vapor in the sky and on the ground, and there were only clusters of raging fire.

With an umbrella on his head and a soldering iron under his feet. Even if you don't do anything, you're still sweating. As soon as it comes out, it turns into vapor, and in the blink of an eye like a puff of smoke, it disappears into nothingness, leaving only the burning smell that permeates the air.

The small courtyard of the farmhouse of the pepper family sits on the mountain and faces the water, facing the north and facing the south, the blue bricks and mud tiles with high beams and thick walls, the outer walls of the green bricks and the inner walls of the adobe bricks, spacious and bright, warm in winter and cool in summer, ventilated and breathable, and can not withstand the scorching every day. From summer to autumn, a roast is more than 100 days, and the green bricks, gray tiles, pine rafters, are called baked crisp.

Before noon, the room was full of foehn and heat waves, and the pepper had seen the naan pit used by Uygur people to roast naan, and it was basically like that.

Hiding in the corner of the kitchen, Sichuan pepper pressed her face against the wall of the water tank.

I wanted to take a breath by the coolness of the cylinder wall, and moved my little head around with the horns, and after a while, the cylinder wall was steamed out of a trace of white steam, and the heat was even worse. Hua Jiao felt that he was like the dry firewood at the mouth of the stove next to him, and he didn't know when he would "boom", and the sparks splashed and caught up.

After hesitating for a moment, he still stood on tiptoe and pushed open the wooden cylinder head, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, and the clear water that was only a little left seemed to be shallower again. My grandmother specially found a bag of Chinese medicine for disinfection and epidemic prevention, and the crowd was floating in the water, which was very pleasant. Subconsciously licked his chapped lips, and the pepper covered the cylinder head with a "swish", and walked out blankly.

Hiding from the sun under the ginkgo tree in front of the house, he grabbed the trunk of the tree that barely had two points of coolness like an octopus, and then took a long breath.

Holding the pergola in his hand, he squinted at the dazzling sun that had been hanging in the west for a long time, that is, he was rubbing against the mountains and refused to set, and then looked at the treetops with a few dead leaves left above his head, and the pepper closed his eyes and put his face on the trunk.

Rubbing the bark of the tree that burst due to lack of water, my heart was a little settled.

She landed in September of the previous year, and she was always ignorant in her infancy. When I went out after the full moon, I saw these two ginkgo trees.

In late autumn, the golden leaves of the ginkgo trees fall to the ground, soaked in crystal dew, and sparkle in the sun.

As I grew up, I slowly learned that the two ginkgo trees in front of the house were specially found and planted by my grandfather when he settled in this Zhoujiawan. One male and one female, it has been more than 30 years.

The male one is taller and stronger, with a straight trunk, always seven or eight meters long. The mother's plant is delicate and thin because of the fruit. Although it is not yet the peak fruit period, and there are not many fruits, the life of the family has long been inseparable from these two ginkgo trees.

I remember that in the middle of the old year, the hottest days were as hot as this. At that time, she was still staggering and just helping to move, whenever the sun was setting in the west, the uncle and her brothers came back from work and playing, and they didn't care about the cool and cool off to relieve their breath, and the first thing they did was to carry a bucket to water the land under the tree thoroughly.

It is the Qinliang mountain spring that is led down from the lotus mountain in the back yard with a backyard water pipe, and more than ten barrels of spring water are poured down, and the heat is completely eliminated. I carried a table and chair and a bamboo bed out to scrub and dry, and after washing a warm bath sprinkled with freshly picked mint leaves, it was not too late, and a large family gathered under the tree to eat dinner under the tree.

The staple food is freshly fished rice or home-rolled cold noodles, which are full and refreshing. The home-made melon and soy sauce and mackerel sauce are salty and fragrant, and a table is set up. When the fresh melons and vegetables just watered with mountain spring water in the vegetable garden are crispy and crispy, they taste even sweeter and crispy. In addition, the small fish and shrimp that the brothers caught in the lotus stream at the door, pinched the head and tail and baked them on the firewood pot, and the bite was crispy in the mouth, and it was fragrant.

Sichuan pepper's favorite is the grandmother's hand-made noodle crab, June yellow turned out of the cracks in the stones, not big, but the paste meat is swollen. Fried first and then fried, full of fresh and fragrant, the batter is better, and the peppercorns that are eaten every time are reluctant to put it in a bowl and spoon. Lying on the bamboo bed with a round little belly, I kept licking my mouth, and I had a long aftertaste.

When night fell, grandfathers and uncles put old wine and talked about crops and farming, and the ladies of the family gathered together to whisper some gossip about the head and end of the pot. The young ladies were chattering together about how to dye their red nails, while the little brothers were sneaking straight into the cornfield grass.

When the season comes, the elder brother and the mother are everywhere. When they were caught, the chief mighty man would call to put a cage or play with the sisters, or put it on the fence in the yard to listen to the call, and the female would throw it into the fire and roast it and eat it separately.

The night breeze is slow, there is a small quilt on the round belly of peppercorns, lying on the bamboo bed and counting the stars, the fragrance of flowers and birds accompanies her to sleep, and even the dream is colorful and sweet.

Life is so quiet and good, she just can't imagine it.

The golden wind is cool, the jade dew is cold, the weather is getting cooler day by day, and when she can tremble and walk the aisle without support, the rice has returned to the warehouse. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wheat and rapeseed planted in the field are waiting to germinate, and suddenly the wind and clouds surge, and it will enter winter overnight.

The peppercorns wrapped in cotton jackets and cotton pants are round, where can they still take a step. Huddled in the room to bake the fire, and through the crack in the door, I saw that it was white outside.

When I looked closely, I realized that it did not fall from the sky, but grew from the ground. It was only too early, and the seeds that were brewing and sprouting in the ground were silently killed by the frost.

Naturally, the heart is painful, but not waiting to be replanted, and the pouring winter rain has brought several wind disasters. The small ones can blow the seeds in the field all over the sky, and the big ones can even uproot the big trees with thick bowls, and the rolled up roof tiles and grass roofs have hurt many people and animals. As far as the eye can see, it is all over the place.

The common people are frightened, in the past only one and a half months of the first month, this will be to the ten days of Lent to purify the vegetarian to go to the temple, now here and there, far and near all kinds of names of the gods and Buddhas worshipped all over again, just to be able to save the suffering, to give a way to live.

After the New Year, the day of the beginning of spring is a rare sunny day, only happy but two days, the Jade Emperor's birthday on the ninth day has not yet been worshipped, it is freezing rain and snow hail, the sky is still thundering, shaking the ice and snow are moving.

The old people who have years and years call such a rapid and loud thunder thunderbolt, saying that God is here to suppress demons.

It suddenly dawned on him that this winter wind and rain were so unbalanced, but it was not a demon star that was causing trouble, it was obvious that the Jade Emperor had appeared. One after another, the heart of praying to God and worshiping Buddha is naturally more sincere. Every household wears incense in the morning and evening, and even the strong smell of incense floats in the air.

There are also people who stand at the window and want to see where the thunder is going, and some people run outside to kneel and knock three times and nine knocks against the thunder, and they chant the Buddha in their mouths, and they are taken away by God, and even the family is taboo.

But some people say that there is thunder in the first month, and there is a great drought of 18, so it is impossible to say that this year is a famine year. This day can be regarded as the end of the day.

There are many people in the world who do not believe.

Zhouqi water town, if it is said that the flood is still enough. Drought, how is it possible!

There are many rumors in the famine year, and the pepper does not know whether it is true or false. But since Qingming, it has indeed never rained a drop of rain.